Chapter 400

This time, Kamikawa Mitsu did not continue harvesting the meteor light and chose to exit the space.

In the consciousness space, time flowed differently from reality; time within the consciousness space moved far faster, so while he had stayed inside for so long, only a few minutes had passed outside.

Do not focus solely on exploring the immortal corpse—pay attention to the gods, demons, immortals, and devils within the ancient Babylonian mythic realm as well.

Exit the meteor light space.

Kamikawa Mitsu raised his head first to gaze at the halo scroll.

At this moment.

Inside the altar at the center of the ancient Babylonian mythic realm.

The gods, demons, immortals, and devils were now half as numerous as when they arrived, and one of them had already died.

Kamikawa Mitsu was very satisfied with this situation.

It seemed his fabricated altar's danger had exceeded expectations; he estimated another batch would die once they reached the altar's terrifying core.

Meanwhile, inside the Killing Immortal Array.

The number of gods, demons, immortals, and devils inside had decreased further, and as their numbers dwindled, their death rate accelerated.

Unlike the altar, the Killing Immortal Array required coordinated effort—the fewer the participants, the harder it became to resist.

Perhaps realizing that with fewer survivors, their own deaths drew nearer, and now facing near-certain doom, many had abandoned healing and ceased serious resistance, turning their attention instead to Kamikawa Mitsu.

They noticed Kamikawa Mitsu reaching out to touch the immortal corpse, his palm emitting a pitch-black glow.

Studying the immortal corpse?

They observed that Kamikawa Mitsu had remained motionless for several minutes after touching the corpse, wondering what he was doing.

As the glow in his palm faded, he remained lost in thought, unaware of the gaze he cast upon the gods, demons, immortals, and devils within the halo scroll.

That was not a look at living beings—it was a look at corpses.

In his eyes, the gods, demons, immortals, and devils inside the ancient Babylonian mythic altar were already corpses, delicious and appetizing.

Not metaphorical—literally appetizing.

The immortals and devils in the Killing Immortal Array, the gods and demons in the altar—all were precious to Kamikawa Mitsu, raw materials for crafting the Twenty-Eight Mansions.

With so many gods, demons, immortals, and devils collected this time, he could even forge a Twenty-Eight Mansions entity equal in power to himself.

After confirming the gods, demons, immortals, and devils in the altar were following his script, Kamikawa Mitsu relaxed and turned to glance at the gods, demons, immortals, and devils inside the Killing Immortal Array.

That glance.

The gods, demons, immortals, and devils felt their scalps prickle and their hearts pound.

Kamikawa Mitsu smiled, casually releasing divine demonic power to collect the corpses of the gods, demons, immortals, and devils slain within the Killing Immortal Array.

"Keep going."

The gods, demons, immortals, and devils: "..."

In that instant, they wanted to curse, to scream obscenities.

"What exactly are you trying to do? We are already on the brink of death—even if you told us your reasons, we could never relay them to anyone. Let us die with some peace of mind."

One immortal spoke in a low voice.

His tone carried gritted teeth, resignation, and despair.

Kamikawa Mitsu glanced at that immortal.

You say that... why does it make me feel like I'm the villain?

Doesn't this happen all the time in TV dramas and movies? The villain captures the hero or protagonist, and as the hero faces imminent death, they demand to know why.

Then the villain honestly reveals the truth.

And the justification the hero gives—almost identical to what this god said—is that since they're about to die, they want to know the truth before they go.

At this moment, Kamikawa Mitsu understood.

Why this seemingly ridiculous, clichéd "villain talks too much" plotline appears so often.

Simply because he himself now wanted to tell these immortals and devils the truth.

It was too real.

Is this what reality is like?

That absurd, ridiculous plotline? Reality really is exactly like that.

As for why he wanted to tell them the truth—it wasn't because he wanted to savor their despair upon learning it, like some sadistic villain, nor was it to show off.

Nor was it because he thought it didn't matter—they were doomed anyway, beyond his control, so telling them wouldn't change anything.

Kamikawa Mitsu simply... was in a good mood.

He had obtained information on the immortal corpse, and soon he would acquire a pile of gods, demons, immortals, and devils corpses.

Beyond that, there was another reason—he felt being a villain wasn't so bad.

Yes, in Kamikawa Mitsu's eyes, apart from the villainous deeds, being a villain was actually quite good.

Because to be a qualified villain, one needed six traits.

One: Grand ideals and ambition.

Two: Never slacking off in pursuit of one's goal.

Three: Working hard every day, using every means and method to realize one's dream.

Four: Never discouraged by failure.

Five: Teamwork.

Six: Often smiling.

These were the six essential traits Kamikawa Mitsu had distilled from villains in movies and TV dramas.

Honestly, if being a villain meant possessing these six traits, Kamikawa Mitsu would gladly be one—provided he excluded.

Because such a person clearly radiated positivity.

"Do you want to know the truth?"

Kamikawa Mitsu asked in return, his expression calm.

The gods, demons, immortals, and devils all froze; even the immortal and demon who had spoken earlier were stunned, not expecting Kamikawa Mitsu to actually answer his offhand remark.

Without thinking, they nodded.

Of course they wanted to—how could they not? At least they could die with peace of mind.

Moreover, they were simply too curious: what was Kamikawa Mitsu's true origin? He didn't seem as ordinary as the Ashiya family, and how did he know about the ancient Babylonian Heaven-Earth Altar?

Though in good spirits and inclined to reveal the truth, Kamikawa Mitsu was no fool—revealing it brought him no benefit.

Unless… there was profit to be gained.

Instantly.

After a moment of thought, he pointed at the immortal corpse:

"Does the face of this immortal corpse seem familiar to you?"

At these words, the gods, demons, immortals, and devils turned their gaze—and soon their expressions changed drastically.

With Kamikawa Mitsu's hint, plus the double pupils, they instantly recognized the immortal corpse as resembling Cangjie.

"Correct—it's exactly as you think. This is Cangjie's descendant; more precisely, his son."

They were stunned.

At last, they understood why Kamikawa Mitsu knew about the ancient Babylonian Heaven-Earth Altar: he possessed the corpse of Cangjie's son, and only he could have obtained knowledge of ancient Babylonian mythology from him.

Cangjie was one of the key figures involved in the ancient Babylonian mythic ambush; his son could not possibly be unaware of the conditions within the Heaven-Earth Altar.

They suddenly understood.

No wonder Kamikawa Mitsu could wield that brush technique—he must have acquired it from Cangjie's son.

They had not forgotten the scene where Cangjie wielded the brush technique.

For a moment, their souls trembled violently.

That immortal corpse was none other than Cangjie's son—its value far surpassed that of any ordinary immortal corpse, for it was not only a double-pupil corpse, but also the offspring of the supreme being Cangjie.

Without giving the gods, demons, immortals, and devils time to think or be awestruck, Kamikawa Mitsu looked at them and spoke slowly:

"As for who I am, you should know my identity by searching the memories of the Initial World's people: the heir of the Ashiya family."

Here, Kamikawa Mitsu paused.

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(PS: That pause lasted a full day—manual comedy.)